The same stream of life that runs through my veins
night and day runs through the world and dances
in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots
in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless
blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and
in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the
touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the
life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
~ Rabindranath Tagore

Reflected - White Pocket, Vermillion Cliffs Wilderness